“There was foul play!” she interrupted in a hoarse voice.
“By whom?”
“By somebody.”
“You know who were your enemies?” I asked quickly. “You must know, indeed.”
She nodded in the affirmative, her eyes once more downcast, as though fearing to meet my gaze.
“Cannot you name them—cannot you denounce them, darling? It is your duty,” I said in a low, persuasive tone. “Reveal the truth to me, Claude.”
“No, never!” was her plain and instant reply.
“Why not?”
“There are reasons.”
“What reasons?”